Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Deck track
your back Yo

A message of a
50 shell hot track out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg
Call shop of horrors, Lyric smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan? hurricane the
Daily operation, bullet train farther
8 seconds a your style wild buccaneer
Round table revolve around ten
you, got all the riches
Think you poli bitches
You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the
The swiftness, hit the that are vital
Shake the ground decent, like 3 of dyno

My administration the population
Start the next generation by insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the
Concentration camps, Assassinate for domination
Abomination, The Competition and you mistaken
I'm a warhead bomb evasion
of the next man, when the Germans blazing
We burn this for occasions, I see your expiration
Preparation sweatin,
I cassette deck and your selection for air time
Blow a hole through your so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang cracking in spare

Crime
We rollin with the undisputed, routin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, slang bang unit
Put us in your deck, yo, improvement
Smash and the shit, I'm doper than math
makes you level through the devil
And never
The is hot, like bullet snatch pots
And hot
Fully gats mmhmm
The uncanny, vilagialaty man
Crock, by the hook of the candy man
Look, now you up in the suction
Rap and my appetite destruction

Today's day, The bomb dropped on America
Human civilization in concert treble concentration
Replacement blown, Speaker abduction
The Mad weed corruption
From The brain decreasing
Its sucker season. fuck treason
Blast as you trespass, enters your mouth and exits your ass
the math, then give birth to a newborn
Figure of drew form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses stages you on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high
The fades the hearts of men
Slip the in
Off the like telemarketing sales condone over the phone

Danger
Capone alone, in a terradome Stalon
With a great cannon, bones cerebral
Straight both ways
All you lay down I spray the brain damage
the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data,
Then a part where D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, You fu check the cleaner
From line I gun you for fun
9-1-1
Someone down the tunnel son
1-2 Check your
Captain Crunch, munch on you for
You punchbag drunk, headed monk
Top bunk, your trunk full of junk
Buffer and bump humping me
Ruff a scum muthafuckas,
Ducking my shit luckily

Other emcees made a big
Fronting on the mic that's truly
What? how you want it fried or
I place in right through the of a snake
Sceam at mapps, take we can take
Til the day we die, meet the gates
Golden Arms going strong, I'm weight

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